Sinclair was about to advance into the room.
“Stop,” said the other. “For Heaven’s sake don’t go inside and leave footmarks. Whatever is the matter, this requires a doctor. I will wait here, you telephone for a doctor.”
He glanced round the room.
“There doesn’t appear to be one here. Ask the housekeeper.”
Sinclair went to the head of the stairs and called.
There was some delay, and he called again angrily.
A muffled voice answered him.
“Where’s the telephone, quick?” he shouted.
A sound was heard on the stairs, and Mrs. Simmons came up. She was crying.
“Stop that,” said Sinclair roughly. “Where is the telephone?”